Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 105

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATERIALS THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTRESSING! SUCH AS VIOLENCE, GORE/BLOOD, TORTURE, TALK OF CHILD ABUSE, AND MURDER! READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! **** !!!!

Kylian/Karma’s ROV

“You and your buddy are makin‘ this very difficult,” I said right after Minion #1 was done screaming.

Havoc, Psy.cho, Dragon, and I have been down here with these two for what feels like a few hours. I’m not sure how long it’s actually been, but these two are tight–lipped. Which was surprising. Havoc has cut off fingers, toes, and even clipped Minion #2’s ears. They still weren’t giving answers, but I’ve been watching carefully.

Minion #1 is almost ready to crack, but #2, he won’t.

“Ya know, this seems almost like a waste of time,” I said, stepping forward and pulling out my gun.

We’d brought them into the same cell, side by side, each tied down to a chair. They were both sweaty and bloody. #1 even pi.ssed himself when Havoc clipped #2’s ears. Which had given me an idea, but I was waiting to see if one of them would talk first. Since they’re not…

“We only need one of you to talk,” I said as I pulled my gun out. I pressed it to #1’s head and flicked off the safety. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, snot and tears running down his face.

I waited a moment before turning the gun to #2. I kept my eyes on #1 as I pulled the trigger. He jumped, his eyes snapping open. They widened when he saw his buddy’s head blown off in the chair beside him. And then panic set in. I could see it. Clear as day. He was already terrified, but now it’d just become a lot more real. He knows I’m not fucking around.

“You gonna talk, or should I just kill you now?” I asked, pressing the gun to his forehead again.

“I–1-1-… w–what do you want to k–know?” he asked with a shaky voice.

“Hmm, first, were you not talkin‘ cause of your friend there?” I asked.

“i just drive the vent he replied sometimes it’s during happing sometimes foto transport them out of town”

“How long you been workin with these people? asked

“S–six years,” he stuttered meekly

“So, you’re pretty familiar with everythin then?” asked

“H guess,” he said. “Th–they don’t tell me that.

“Alright, let’s find out what you know then I said “Why’d you waiting to tansson ins group of kids?

Th–the Native American one he replied it was m–masstyre fault

“What do you mean by that? Psycho bit out

“She wwas difficult to control #1 said “Even with the shock collar and all the… p–punishments. Sh–she was wild, they needed to tame her a little before giving me to the buyer

“So, you guys waiting weeks longer than usual all because a little girl wouldnt stop fighting to get free? Psycho ground out.

Wwell, th–that was just part of it #1 stuttered, cowiously afraid of Psychos anger “S–someone trashed our warehouse Wwe were supposed to send a shipment with the kids Whoever trashed the p–place set us back. My b–boss warned to be sure we werent going to be followed”

So much for that.

“And who is your boss?” I asked. ‘Is it SD?“”

“N–no, w–well, sort of, he replied. “Mmy boss’s name is Quinn Willems. Wwe worked with SD for a long time. Over the last year they’ve been creating a.. sort of organization with each other. We do all the dirty work p–pretty much, but the pay is… better than we ve ever seen.

“Explain, I demanded.

“Hve been working for Quinn for a long time. We’ve always done shit like this. I don’t know how Quinn got involved with SD, but e–ever since we’ve been doing jobs for them, we’ve been making more money than I’ve ever even seen,” he told us. “Quinn is one of the smartest people I know too. When SD wanted to collaborate, of course she jumped on it.”

“She?” Havoc asked. “Your boss that deals with trafficking children, mostly little girls, is a woman?”

“Yes,” #1 replied with a single nod.

I thought about everything that he said. We already know they’re trying to set up permanently for all this bullsh.it. My only concern really is the kids. All the other sh.it they do, I couldn’t give a fuck less about.

“Why set up shop here?” I asked. “Is it because you could pay off the cops?”

“You think this is the only town that has shady cops?” he replied. “Money does things to people. We probably could have gone anywhere with the amount SD was offering the cops.”

“So why here?” I asked again.

“I have no idea, t–truly,” he said. “Quinn doesn’t let us in on everything.”

“Fine,” I replied. There isn’t much more I can ask. I doubt this guy knows more than what he’s just told us. “Tell me, do you know what SD stands for? You know anythin‘ about your buyers?”

“I–1-1 know that they’re fu.cked up,” he said. “Disguising themselves as something they’re not. SD… it stands for Silent Divine.” He scoffed at the end and shook his head. Like he couldn’t believe how disgusting those people were despite the fact that he fu.cking helped them.

“Silent Divine,” I murmured. “What the fu.ck kind of name is that?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know what goes on there,” he replied.

Little did #1 know… we already knew. We had proof of it. Thousands of fu.cking files that CG is still fucking going through. We knew all about what they were doing to those kids.

“Anythin‘ else you can tell us?” I asked.

“Silent D–Divine… I–I don’t know much about it, but the people who are in charge are powerful. Like, in that old–money kind of way. I remember Quinn arguing with one of our guys about getting involved in the beginning. He was nervous that SD would take us all down. They come from old money, but work like thugs. They don’t leave loose ends,” he told us.

“Where is Quinn now?” I asked him.

“H–I’m not sure,” he replied. “She moves around a lot. She has several homes, all under different names. I don’t even think Quinn is her real name. She doesn’t like sticking to one home for more than a few nights, and she always has a security team with her. I think she has another job, a legal one, but I’m not sure.”

“How can you not be sure?” Dragon asked.

“I wasn’t in her inner circle,” he said. “I was disposable. Six years doesn’t mean sh.it when others have been working for her longer.”

Well, the woman is smart, I’ll give her that.

“Anythin‘ else?” I asked.

“H-… d–don’t-”

“Yes it is!” She interrupted me again. “Don’t lie!”

This time I glared at her.

“Fine! You want to know what I’ve been thinkin‘?” I asked, but I didn’t wait for an answer. “Tell me how you got that fu.ckin‘ brand on your back.”

Blythe’s entire body went rigid.

“Y–you saw that?” She asked.

“Of course I fuckin‘ did,” I replied tightly.

“You never said anything…” she mumbled.

I scoffed.

“Your fuckin‘ husband branded you, how was I supposed to ask about that?” I bit out.

“My husband?” She murmured, confused.

“Cut the shit and just be real with me, Blythe,” I said. “You want to know why I been avoidin‘ you? ‘Cause it’s fuckin‘ hard as hell to look at you when I know your ex fu.ckin‘ branded you! You refuse to tell us what fu.ckin‘ happened to you! We aren’t gettin‘ any–fu.ckin‘–where with that church your father lives at! It’s fu.ckin‘ frustratin‘!”

“You know about that place?” she asked.

My jaw ticked as I slowly stood to my feet. I was fuming now. My anger was practically boiling over.

“Not enough,” I gritted out. “Tell us what happened.”

“Karma-”

“Fuck this,” I cut her off, seething.

I grabbed Blythe’s wrist and dragged her out of my office and down the hall. She complained the entire time about how fast we were going, how I was dragging her, and where we were heading to. I ignored her as I dragged her through the clubhouse. When we got to my room, I flung the door opened and practically threw Blythe inside. She stumbled a bit before regaining her balance.

“What the fu.ck Karma?” Dragon called out as he got up to ask Bly if she was okay.

“Tell me, now,” I demanded, ignoring Dragon as I stared at Blythe,

“Why are you being such an a.sshole!?” She yelled at me.

“Just tell me why the fuck your husband’s initials are branded into your body!” I shouted back.

“It doesn’t stand for Sean Dixon, you fu.cking prick! It stands for Silent Divine!” She exploded.

The room went silent. So silent that you could hear a pin drop. Bly was breathing heavily, glaring at me. I felt like the world had just been pulled out from under me.

What the hell is going on?